ok, i’m not a theater buff, but tonight i went to see eugene o’neill’s ‘a long days journey into night’ with phillip seymour hoffman and brian denahey (not brian boytano, what would he do?) and vanessa redgrave, and it was spectactular.
it’s such a sumptuous play, well, sumptuous through it’s insights and it’s lyrical quality.
it’s 4 1/2 hours long and it takes place in one room and it’s almost unrelentingly desperate and despairing.
but beautiful and insightful. and i’ve never been as impressed by acting as i was tonight. i just have no idea how these actors can give themselves over to their roles for 4 1/2 hours every night, cos their roles are brutal. i left the theater feeling like i’d been hit in the head with an emotional cinder-block.
what a remarkable play. i might actually go see it again, which means that i must be a masochist. for as wonderful as this play was/is, it’s still profoundly depressing and 4 1/2 hours long.
but it was really, really remarkable.
i’m so glad that i was able to see it.
thanks
moby
